Turtling

Turtling

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Laughing, so hard I split my sole …  
the rest of the day drifting starboard
along the banks of a demented beach 
chaperoning maiden testudines to their first surf. 

Keeping up with how 
your mind scrambled over the dunes, 
the contortionist ebb of meandering tributaries 
somehow conjoined to a mother’s instinct 
to see the hatchlings to the sea, 
I imagined splitting a sundae, 
strawberry chocolate slowly melting 
into the blaze of a sun, 
promise of days to come …

all the barracudas in the shark tank paused 
in hiatus, the suspension of habeas corpus.  


Ken e Bujold 

© 2023 Ken e Bujold


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The University of Maryland's mascot is the terrapin. Fear the turtle.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I think the main theme here might be the word floating. How in our minds (or even in a barracudas mind) we each stop and think in our own ways. We find happiness in moments that may not last, but we enjoy them while they're here. In a way, floating through them. Weird, but that's a quick way of thinking about it for me.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

as good as any Relic. More often than not I try to keep from delving too deeply into the themes of m.. read more
I like the significance of teaching the young surfers to mother's job to see her hatchlings out to sea ....I also love the ice cream idea what a contrast!, which is purposely out of place and it's great... no sharks or barracuda here, they're all locked up.This is quite a clever poem Ken. I enjoyed reading it.
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


strawberry sunday on a hot day at the beach sounds better than a mountainful of molecules
I am wondering if those barracuda also had a shark eat treat to beat the heat
were you drinking late the night before?

Posted 1 Year Ago


Three quite separate musings here Ken with a link to the beach and sea. A place of calm and a place of fear at times, throughout the seasons. Quite a contrast between an ice-cream sundae and sharks, but there is a link in summer months. I am not sure I got even warm here.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

i love this analysis Chris. makes me truly think i hit the bullseye. as per poem's meaning...nope wo.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Ha. I think I need a bit more practice and a bit more patience. Never been much good at solving puzz.. read more
Hi Ken,
Been awhile since I read and reviewed any of yours... My excuse is that I was quite ill, 7 long weeks, with the flu and bronchitis.
Anyway, really so enjoyed the read... Strange but good.
Lisa

Posted 1 Year Ago


It is difficult to pull the wool over the barricudas’ eyes without teaching the sheep to swim. Meanwhile, back at the beach…

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


This had the feeling of a dream to me, a grouping of images that are connected but feel out of joint, malevolent. I could see those Barracudas doing what they due with that suspension, it eerie to see them like that when at any second they change from driftwood to murder weapon. Great Piece!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

morning Mr Crowley. glad you found some amusement in my Sunday morning musings. have a great day
Crowley

1 Year Ago

I know it was happier than that...lol but at first readI got that Scooby Doo Pier amusement park fee.. read more

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